Imagination

Imagine Being connected to the world And everything we need grows on trees like we squirrels No more Poverty I see it live it like mural No more slinging things from the kitchen wrist twirl Now my wrist twirl dancing with my baby girl In a ballroom around her neck a few pearls With her hair up in the front a few curls And her parents didn't come from two worlds Imagine if we never had a need for a jail No evil deeds because we all knew ourselves No more stealing things because our love is our wealth No more getting sick because hospitals really help Imagine if we all knew the things that we should And everyone changed the world the best they could Hey sweaters headpiece the only thing we call Hood And the world so in sync all day we knock on wood jinx You'll understand when I'm finish Don't think in words think in image Imagination is your vision Imagination is your vision Trust me you'll understand when I'm finish Don't think in words think in image Imagination is your vision Imagination is your vision Trust me you'll understand when I'm finished If seeing is believing and I believe the things I see Then when I close my eyes and see something in me Is that real Or am I wrong for what I think And am I wasting my time smearing this link with this quilt Can a boy have his dream While in the classroom staring out the window at the clouds Can a boy have his dream While his parents in the other room arguing so loud So loud So loud So loud So loud You'll understand when I'm finish Don't think in words think in image Imagination is your vision Imagination is your vision Trust me you'll understand when I'm finish Don't think in words think in image Imagination is your vision Imagination is your vision Trust me you'll understand when I'm finished If seeing is believing and I believe the things I see Then when I close my eyes and see something in me Is that real Or am I wrong for what I think And am I wasting my time smearing this ink with this quilt Can a boy have his dream While in the classroom staring out the window at the clouds Can a boy have his dream While his parents in the other room arguing so loud